Given the use of large scale equipment to hang Christmas lights, I gather that we up here have Murcans to blame for no snowfall and 20 degree C temperatures in November. Which, mind you, that I wouldn't carp about, except that when one day it's 20 C and you're hanging on the patio and the next day it's minus 2, it's difficult to plan the day's fashion choices.
For my part, I save all that bother by not decorating at all. My excuse: part of a deep seated trauma resulting by having gotten an electric shock when trying to change a burned out Christmas lightbulb - I fell off a ladder into about 3 feet of snow on my front lawn. I was twelve at the time and had been forced by my very cruel father to do this. I protested strongly - but how to respond when the response to "I don't wanna, dad?!?!?!?" is "When I was your age, I was walking to school one day and saw a bunch of people hanging from trees where the Germans had left them. And then I got home from school where they beat us routinely every day, and only got to eat a crust of stale bread because there was a war on. And you think you have it rough??"
There is no response, really. Anyway, it's all good because as a result I have gotten out of changing lightbulbs for the rest of my life. Which is a good thing, because I don't know how to.
And, as for Christmas decorating, the only Christmas decoration I like is this one:
and my cruel mother will not release it from her possession (my brother made it when he was in kindergarten. You may think it is a highly ironic and precocious artistic commentary, but in fact it only reflected the fact that he looks like this:
I'm serious. He's probably about the same height too. Which is why I'm not scared that he will come here from out in BC and pound my head in should he ever actually read this...
But back to your post. I thought I did see the Notre Dame Jesus in that photo, actually!!! Am I hallucinating?
Very glad to hear that there is hope for Pig 3. I wish (as I have wished so many times before) that I had kept the copy of "Sex and the Believing Boy" given to my ex (after we had lived together in a bachelor apartment for a YEAR, mind you!) by his holier-than-the-Pope parents. This, in several years' time, might well cure Pig 1 of any Catholic yearnings. As for Pig 2, I would gladly ship down some Hanukkah gelt but I suspect it would either get spent or eaten by Santa Postie. SIGH.
Why am I rambling? Because I'm bored. I am trying to download a free trial of Photoshop so that I can enter Rick Mercer's Photo Challenge and morph this picture:
(of a former Prime Minister who has recently been back in the news for some scandal or other... it's hard to keep track).
Two problems with this plan:
(a) the free download is not cooperating; and
(b) I don't know how to use Photoshop.
In the meantime, I have amused myself by destroying this law text for an art project:
How satisfying! It's now down from about 450 pages to about 70. Wish I had thought of this years ago...
Meanwhile, JJ is watching a Lara Croft Tomb Raider movie for about the 57th time. And he is wondering why I'm not paying attention! (although when I suggested that perhaps he thought Angelina Jolie was prettier and sexier than me, his answer was "Almost, my darlin' almost...". Ah, these silver-tongued Irish...er, Scots.
Well, I see that Photoshop is finally finished downloading so I'd best get to it. Oh, I also put together a couple of comics with this Comic Shop programme I forgot about. I e-mailed them to you for a chuckle as I can't figure out how to upload them here. Any thoughts?
Cheers,
Kristina
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